May 2011
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Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your...
– T. S. Eliot, from The Waste Land
(via proustitute)
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words...
– T. S. Eliot, from Four Quartets (via proustitute)
February 2011
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
January 2011
4 posts
lolamarthgar-deactivated2011012 asked: T.S. Eliot is incredible. I love his work so much. Thanks for making this tumblr!
pwdin-wy asked: 6th Form in Britain so I was about 17 actually...some of it still went over my head!
pwdin-wy asked: Hey, this isn't a question but...thanks for this site! TS Eliot is pretty much up there my favourite poet. Ever since one day in school when nearly everyone was in rehearsal and my 6th form English teacher sat the small group of us left down to read The Wasteland. Thankyou again!
T.S. Eliot Memories
Believe it or not, my mom would read “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” to me when I was a child. It would be a sort of lullaby. Too long to finish in one night, I would always be given bits and pieces of the poem. Perhaps a vision of the mermaids floating in the water, or a fragmented memory of a patient on an operating table, maybe someone eating a peach. Each bit of Prufrock, each and every...
December 2010
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October 2010
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There is no end, but addition: the trailing
Consequence of further days and...
– The Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages, Part II
September 2010
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Miscellaneous Leaves- Held in McKeldin Library.
Oh little voices of the throats of men
That come between the singer and the song;
Oh twisted little hands of men held up
To rend the beautiful and curse the strong.
Impatient tireless undirected feet!
So confident on wrinkled ways of wrong.
On what remote frontier of heaven and hell
Shall time allow our divers paths to meet?
Yet you do well to run the roads you run,
Yes you do well to...
August 2010
3 posts
howshouldibegin asked: I am so glad that there is a T S Eliot Tumblr. I have adored his work since I encountered "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" several years ago. It remains my favourite poem today, and I even have a couple lines of it engraved on my iPod. :}
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Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow...
– The Hollow Men
Anonymous asked: Heya, this isn't really an inquiry, but I just want to commend you on this blog. I really love T.S. Eliot and I'm so glad to see somebody who's stepping up to share his beautiful works with the world. Thank you. Mr. Eliot would be proud indeed.
July 2010
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And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern, and ceases...
– The Four Quartets, No. III: The Dry Salvages
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And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
June 2010
14 posts
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Here is a place of disaffection
Time before and time after
In a dim light:...
– The Four Quartets, No. I: Burnt Norton
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Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past...
– The Four Quartets, No. I: Burnt Norton
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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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Houses live and die: there is a time for building
And a time for living and for...
– The Four Quartets, No. II: East Coker
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Followers.
I’d like to hear why each of you likes Eliot’s work. Are there any particular memories attached to his poetry? I’m interested in hearing more from this community of poetry-lovers. Since poetry is basically a dialogue between the writer and the reader, we might as well become interlocutors with each other and see if we can pull up some new revelations.
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There is no end, but addition: the trailing
Consequence of further days and...
– The Four Quartets, No. III: The Dry Salvages
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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled...
– Morning at the Window
La Figlia Che Piange
O quam te memorem virgo…
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair— Lean on a garden urn— Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair— Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise— Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave, So I would have had her stand and grieve, So he would have...
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Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch...
– Rhapsody on a Windy Night
May 2010
12 posts
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It is perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?...
– The Waste Land, Pt. I: The Burial of the Dead
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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That Is Not What I Meant At All.
Not entirely sure how many of you are looking for any sort of commentary, or even personal revelation on my part about T. S. Eliot’s amazing poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, but I have been reading this poem over and over again the last few days due to circumstances in my life, so I figured that here would be as good a place as any to share with you, my fellow fans, what goes...
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It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of...
– The Four Quartets, No. II: East Coker
Tumblr Tuesday.
I would highly appreciate it if those who would like to recommended me in the “Personalities” section. Mr. Eliot would be proud.
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O voyagers, O seamen,
You who came to port, and you whose bodies
Will suffer...
– The Four Quartets, No. III: The Dry Salvages
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I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant—
Among other things—or one way...
– The Four Quartets, No. III: The Dry Salvages
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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way...
– The Hollow Men
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Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly,...
– The Four Quartets, Pt. I: Burnt Norton
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I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead...
– The Four Quartets, No. I: Burnt Norton
April 2010
35 posts
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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity.
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What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are...
– The Waste Land, Pt. V: What the Thunder Said
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There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of...
– The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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One thing you cannot know:
The sudden extinction of every alternative,
The...
– The Family Reunion